Place : Ucnida Aush.

Realm : Nathro.

Time : 1025 Rev of Timestar.

Population : 100% ( No Zovrath, No Ethan yet)

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In the cold, unforgiving nights of Nathro, a group of six assassins cloaked in tight black tunics moved like shadows across the rooftops. Their presence was barely a whisper, hidden by the night as they leapt with practiced precision from building to building. They were the trained killers, masters of stealth and silence, their movements as fluid as the cold wind that cut through the realm. A sleek device called the Mgdask was attached to each of their wrists, flickering with a red beacon that indicated their target. They moved in perfect unison, shadows following shadows, as they tracked the location of their prey.

When they reached a rooftop a short distance from their target, they paused. The cold winds bit at their skin, but they remained motionless, their eyes scanning the street below.

Sally (gazing down at her Mgdask, her voice low but precise): “There are sixteen of them. Two Bringer Nathris, four Bringer Ogmis, six Bringer Velis, one Blessed Agis, and three Bringer Selunis.”

Anna (her voice dropping to a near whisper, a hint of amusement in her tone): “One Blessed Agis...” (she smirks, her eyes gleaming beneath her hood)

Fioth (smiling confidently, ice crackling from her fingertips): “Leave her to me. She’ll be easy prey.”

Avin (commanding, her voice steady and clear): “Cover them. Sally, you take the other side of the street. Fioth, separate the Blessed one from the others. Anna, you’re with me. Cavlis, Nyria—stay here. Understand?”

Cavlis and Nyria exchanged a brief, knowing look before standing at attention.

Cavlis (his voice serious, a protective tone underlying his words): “Avin, we can fight. Don’t tell me you’re planning to face all sixteen of them with just four.”

Avin (with an unwavering gaze, her voice crisp and final): “No. This is nothing new. I let you two come here, and now I’m not letting you fight. No arguments. Let’s move.”

With that, she turned and led the way, her shadow darting down into the street below without making a single sound.

As Sally prepared to jump down after them, a playful grin tugged at her lips, her voice light and teasing.

Sally (playfully, the smirk hidden behind her mask): “Come on, Cavlis. You know how Avin is. Just wait—this is where the fun begins.” (She patted Nyria’s shoulder before dropping into the street, vanishing into the shadows.)

Nyria (smiling beneath her mask, a subtle chuckle escaping her): “I doubt she’ll ever change.”

Cavlis (grinning for a moment, his gaze lingering on the four assassins now facing down the sixteen targets): “Not going to happen.”

The four assassins descended into the fray, the fight unfolding with brutal efficiency. Their movements were a blur—precise, lethal, and utterly silent. Fioth unleashed a blast of frost, freezing an Agis before they could even react. Anna’s quick strikes disarmed a Selunis, while Avin and Sally, as if reading each other’s minds, moved in perfect tandem to dismantle the Nathris and Ogmis.

To them, this wasn’t a fight. It was a formality—a clean execution.

Nyria (watching them, a playful tone in her voice): “Look at Fioth... She never misses a chance to show off.”

Cavlis (with a slight chuckle, his voice low): “Right. You’re one to talk. You always show off too—especially when it’s an Agis you’re up against.”

They shared a quiet laugh, but both were ready. Their hands hovered near their weapons, the tension rising as they prepared for whatever came next.

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The fight raged to its end, the frozen streets of Nathro stained with the aftermath. Fourteen adversaries lay slain, their bodies encased in frost or crumpled lifelessly on the icy ground. Only two remained—Xylis, the Blessed Agis, her fiery aura blazing despite her wounds, and Lusa, a trembling Bringer Selunis, barely holding herself upright.

Xylis staggered, her fiery hands trembling as molten flames danced along her arms. Her voice, defiant yet strained, broke through the chilling wind.

Xylis: "Stay back! One more step, and I’ll burn you to ashes!"

The assassins, cloaked in black from head to toe, moved as shadows—silent, unyielding, and methodical. The icy air crackled with tension as their frosty gazes locked onto their targets. The remaining Yuhani Elite fanned out, their synchronized movements like specters stalking their prey. The two fairies, outnumbered and outclassed, retreated step by step.

Lusa: "Xylis, do something! They’ll kill us like the others!"

Panic coated her words, but Xylis did not flinch. She glared at the approaching figures, the heat from her flames melting the frost surrounding her. Her voice roared, raw with determination.

Xylis: "I said stay back! You’ll regret this!"

But the assassins continued, their relentless steps cutting through the glow of her flames. Each movement was calculated, their icy demeanor unwavering as they closed the distance. Desperation clawed at Xylis. She knew the odds—she knew her fate. With a final cry of rage, she unleashed everything.

Xylis: "Fine! You want the heat? TAKE IT!"

The world ignited as Xylis released a cataclysmic explosion. Flames erupted in a torrent, devouring everything in their path. The blast sent the assassins hurtling through the air, their bodies flung like leaves in a storm. Snow melted into steaming pools, buildings collapsed under the fiery shockwave, and the air filled with the acrid stench of burning debris.

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From their perch above, Cavlis and Nyria froze in horror, watching the chaos below.

Cavlis: "No!!"

Without hesitation, the two leaped into action, descending into the burning wreckage. Flames still licked at the charred remains of the street as they landed, their frost powers snuffing out the lingering embers. Among the destruction lay the lifeless body of Xylis, her flames extinguished as she sacrificed her life in the final explosion.

The fiery chaos engulfed the street, flames licking the remains of frost and snow. Xylis lay lifeless, her once-blazing hands now ashen. The air was thick with heat and ash, a stark contrast to Nathro’s usual biting cold. Yet amidst the inferno, Lusa staggered to her feet, her body trembling but her resolve hardened. Her fingers curled around a jagged metal rod half-buried in the scorched debris.

Lusa's face twisted with a mix of terror and rage as her eyes fell upon the assassins sprawled across the snowy ground, dazed but alive. This was her moment. Revenge burned brighter than the flames around her.

Dragging one leg, she limped toward Sally, who lay closest, her black tunic scorched at the edges but her body intact. Sally’s vision blurred, but she could make out Lusa’s trembling silhouette approaching, the glint of the crude weapon catching flickers of firelight.

Lusa’s voice was weak, venomous, trembling with desperation.

Lusa: "You... killed them all... my friends... I'll make you pay..."

She raised the rod, its jagged edge aimed for Sally’s heart. Sally blinked, her senses returning too slowly to react. Lusa’s hand quivered as she prepared to strike.

But a flash of frost-blue light erupted behind her. A sharp, icy blade pierced her abdomen before she could bring the weapon down. Lusa froze mid-motion, her breath hitching. She gasped, dropping the rod, her trembling hand clutching the blade now lodged in her body.

Cavlis, her frost sword gleaming in the firelight, stood firm, her gaze icy as Nathro’s coldest nights.

Cavlis: "You should have stayed down."

Lusa fell to her knees, her strength fading as blood spilled onto the snow. Her trembling lips formed one last question.

Lusa: "Who... are you?"

Nyria stepped forward, her voice steady but laced with pride as she glanced at her fallen foe.

Nyria: "The Yuhani Elite."

Lusa collapsed, her lifeless body joining the others in the street’s carnage.

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Avin, Anna, Fioth, and Sally rose to their feet, their movements deliberate, each bearing the marks of the blast. Frost began to creep over the nearby flames as Fioth’s powers extinguished the remaining embers, the eerie silence returning to the street. Avin, despite her injuries, exuded an unshakable presence. Her gaze fell on Cavlis and Nyria, standing amidst the wreckage.

Avin: "I told you to stay up there."

Cavlis stepped forward, her frost sword dissolving into a fine mist. Her expression was stoic but firm.

Nyria, always the playful one, tilted her head with a smirk beneath her mask.

Nyria: "That sounded like a 'thank you.' You're welcome."

Avin’s icy stare lingered, but her gaze softened just slightly as she exhaled.

Avin: "Next time, you stay at base. I can’t risk your lives, not when you’re at Lightbirth."

Anna: "The Sattira are closing in. We’ve eliminated the threat. It’s time to leave."

Avin’s head turned sharply to Anna, then to the distant rooftops. Her voice carried a quiet authority.

Avin: "We’ll finish this at base. Move."

Without hesitation, the six of them leaped back into the shadows, vanishing into the night like whispers on the wind. Their black tunics blended seamlessly with the dark, their movements fluid and synchronized. Behind them, the flames began to die down, leaving only the chilling reminder of the Yuhani Elite’s precision and brutality.

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The Yuhani Elite’s base was calm for once, the chaos of the mission left far behind. The six assassins, known for their precision and lethality, now relaxed in the rare tranquility of their cozy hideout. The atmosphere was light, a contrast to their usual tension, as the group reveled in the softer moments of life.

Avin stood by the large window, her posture formal, yet her expression was softer than usual. The faint smile tugging at her lips betrayed her contentment as she watched her team. Though she refrained from joining in their banter, she was quietly savoring the scene.

On the large cushioned bed near the center of the room, Cavlis and Nyria reclined, their movements careful, a glow of life and new beginnings emanating from them. Both were now carrying Auls, a rare and cherished blessing among the fairies.

Anna leaned forward eagerly, her ear pressed against Cavlis’s abdomen, her eyes lighting up with anticipation.

Anna: “Okay, if she kicks, I’m calling it—I'll be her trainer!”

Cavlis chuckled, placing a protective hand over her stomach.

Cavlis: “Absolutely not. You’re the worst, Anna. No way am I letting you turn my Aul into another version of yourself.”

Fioth, sprawled comfortably on a nearby couch, chimed in with a teasing grin.

Fioth: “Right? You’d turn her into the next Avin—cold, serious, and intimidating.”

At that, Avin’s lips curved into a rare smile. Though she didn’t turn, the glimmer in her eyes showed she was listening.

Sally, lounging in an armchair with her feet propped up, leaned back and waved a hand dismissively.

Sally: “Please, everyone knows I’ll be the one training both of them. Just you wait—they’ll be the strongest Yuhani in history, and I’ll make sure of it.”

Nyria, ever the playful one, quipped back with a smirk.

Nyria: “Oh, they’ll keep you on your toes, Sally. You’ll wish you hadn’t offered.”

The room erupted in laughter, the bond between them evident in the warmth of their voices.

Finally, Avin turned and moved to sit beside Cavlis and Nyria. Her demeanor softened further as she placed a gentle hand on Nyria’s stomach. Her voice, though still steady, carried an unusual warmth.

Avin: “I’m happy. Soon, this base will be filled with playful chaos and the sound of giggles. I can’t tell you how much it means to see this... to see both of you preparing to bring new life into our world.”

She paused, her gaze shifting between them.

Avin: “But listen—no arguments this time. From now on, neither of you is leaving the base until your Auls are ready. Your safety—and theirs—is my priority.”

Fioth nodded in agreement, sitting up straighter as she added her voice to the conversation.

Fioth: “Avin’s right. Last night could have been catastrophic. We all know how strong you both are, but now it’s not just your lives at stake. You’re carrying the next generation. That means rest, care, and no unnecessary risks.”

Anna, who was still hovering near Cavlis, gave a dramatic shrug.

Anna: “Doesn’t mean we’ll spoil you, though. Don’t expect breakfast in bed or anything.”

The group laughed again, and Cavlis finally relented with a sigh and a smile.

Cavlis: “Fine, fine. We’ll stay here.”

Sally, never one to miss an opportunity for a jab, raised a brow.

Sally: “Say it properly.”

Cavlis rolled her eyes but played along.

Cavlis: “Alright. We’ll stay here at the base... until our Auls are grown up and ready.”

Avin nodded, satisfied, and rose from her seat.

Avin: “Good. Now, rest. I have a meeting with Feylum to attend.”

Cavlis watched as Avin walked toward the door, her movements steady and commanding as always.

Meanwhile, Anna returned to her previous obsession, pressing her ear against Cavlis’s abdomen once more.

Anna: “Come on, little one. Kick! Just once, for your future trainer!”

Cavlis shook her head, chuckling.

Cavlis: “You’re not leaving until she kicks, are you?”

Anna: “Nope. And when she does, it’s destiny—I’ll be her trainer.”

Sally chimed in from her chair, arms crossed.

Sally: “Alright, names. Have you decided on any yet?”

Nyria smiled, her hands instinctively cradling her stomach.

Nyria: “I’ve thought of a lot, but one keeps coming back to me: Vyrella.”

Fioth’s eyes lit up.

Fioth: “Vyrella! That’s beautiful. It suits you.”

Anna turned her attention to Cavlis, raising a brow.

Anna: “And you, Cavlis? What about your little one?”

Cavlis smiled softly, her eyes glinting with quiet pride.

Cavlis: “Caly. Her name will be Caly.”